She threw the Tarot for herself, twice, just using the simple three-card setup: Past, Present and Future. She got the Devil both times, once in the present and once in the future. She didn't get the Devil. On days when…

“We’re small,” the small woman said. “And flawed.” The last phrase she didn’t mean. She wanted me to contradict her. So I did. “Flawed? Hardly. You and he are both so talented.” She was a musician, a composer, so she…

I usually read these prompts in the morning, before I head off to work, and let them percolate until I sit down at my desk back at home after dinner to write for a while. But I just read this…

Last week I saw the total solar eclipse from a small town in Northeastern Vermont. We'd flown across the country to meet some friends and watch the event together. Standing in a field with 20 or so other people, I…

We're small and flawed. It was so dark it didn't matter if my headlights were on. I could barely see anything in front of me. The roads are empty at 5:15 AM. This is one of the reasons I like…

Porcelain is notoriously hard to work with. Unlike stoneware or earthenware clay that has sand in it that grips your hand and holds its shape porcelain is smooth, wet, and liable to collapse on your wheel. It is also sensuous…

Or maybe we're small and mighty. I hope it's the latter. We are just a little two-person independent filmmaking company and it's been a long time since we premiered anything new, but we're inching close to finishing a documentary and…

I have stopped and started this letter to you a dozen times. I really am not certain what to say or how to move forward. We have been friends a long time. Yet, your anger is something I don't deserve…

i've been listening to a podcast "Earwitness' about a crime - a shooting of a deputy sheriff - that ended up with an innocent man on death row. The story takes place in and around Birmingham, where I grew up.…

It always seemed like such a cliche when you'd hear the older generation at

It was hard at that point to believe anything a medical professional said, because each of them had been wrong for years. Until I was losing my ability to walk, no one did what they should have done long ago,…

My mother was taught to be afraid of thunderstorms. The explanation she gave me was that one of her foster mothers (she had 3 throughout her turbulent childhood) told her to get under the bed whenever one came through. She…